This is lyrics of a poem I copied from a local magazine; it is a little fact between Minis Bus (Blue Donkey) and Orange Buses in Addis Ababa city.
On a bright Sunday morning in Addis
A man took a bus to see his niece.
The bus went up the main road
It shutters opening and closing
Then came in a woman controller
Asking for tickets routine order.
The man says he had lost his ticket.
The woman say “pocket or wallet?,
You won’t go out, if you don’t get it”.
A lot of argument followed
But the journey continued
At last the man pays thrice the price
And then walked a long distance.
Thinking that he had learnt a lessons,
On which tried every trick to unlearn.
He said a bus ticket was very valuable
As rare and precious as jewelry.
What makes a Mini-bus different is
What no one cares about a ticket
The money collector is an arbiter
A jack-of jall-trades next to the driver.